[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, MFMM/MFMMM, HEA]
Roar for Me
For years, TJ Bowen and her friend, Julia Roberts (“no relation”) have longed to attend the Shifter Days Festival in Lonesome, Texas. When TJ catches her boss fooling around—yet again—she’s ready to keep quiet—yet again. Still, when her boss offers to pay her way to the festival to get her out of town and away from his suspicious wife, she jumps at the offer.
Werelions, Walker Rogen, and his brothers, Hagan and Maitland, are ready to give TJ The Allure, the magical scent a werelion breathes on his intended mate to entrance her. At least, that’s the plan.
Things are going along well as the festival continues. After TJ sees a real shifter, she’s even more willing to stick around. Especially when she can spend more time with three sexy cowboys.
Will TJ succumb to The Allure? Or will fate step in, destroy their plans, and send her running?
Snarl for Me
Julia Roberts (“no relation”) is ready to have fun at the Shifter Days Festival in Lonesome, Texas with her best friend, TJ Bowen. She’s ready to live the wild life in more than one way even though shifters aren’t real. Or are they?
Samuel Conway and his werelion brothers, Myler and Tonk, are ready to give Julia The Allure, the magical scent a werelion breathes on his intended mate to entrance her. One special breath and she is compelled to be with them. Once they’re ready to claim her, she’ll be more than ready to be their plaything.
But plans are made to be broken. Just when the Conway men are ready to claim Julia, an adversary raises his head, threatening their future with their mate. Will Julia soon be under another’s allure? Or will their love for her keep her theirs and only theirs?
Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.
Roar for Me
“Let’s hope you get to find out.” He slid the back of his fingers along her cheek, sending a thrill through her. “Name’s Hagan Rogen. And who are you?”
She’d already dropped her hand, but that didn’t keep her from mimicking him, as she reached out again and finally skimmed her fingertips over his broad expanse of the chest. Surely, she’d only imagined seeing fangs. She tracked her fingers along the vee his shirt formed, barely resisting the urge to slide lower. “Name’s Tracy Jo. TJ for short.” She tipped her head toward her friend. “And that’s Julia.”
Hagan’s golden hair shone under the lights. TJ knew a lot of women would pay big bucks to have that color hair.
“I think your friend’s too busy to notice me.”
TJ glanced at Julia who was still entranced with Samuel. “I think you’re right.”
“Then you won’t mind leaving her alone for a bit.”
“Alone? No. I guess not. I told her I was going to mingle. But why? What do you have in mind?”
He took her hand, his large one engulfing hers. “Sugarfoot, I have a lot of things in mind when I look at you.”
Were all the men in Lonesome big flirts? Not that she minded. “Oh?”
“Yeah. And I want you with me.”
“Oh.” She repeated, not about to argue. Not when every part of her was shouting to get closer to him. “Okay. Sure. I wouldn’t mind having a tour guide. Julia, I’ll be back. Don’t worry about me. Okay?”
When Julia didn’t respond again, she added, “But let’s be sure to check in with each other, right?” Again, Julia didn’t answer. She nudged her friend in the arm. “Right?”
Julia frowned, her eyes glazed over as she glanced at TJ for the briefest of moments. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Check in. Right. Will do.”
“See? She’s good.”
Hagan didn’t give her a chance to answer. Not that she would’ve known what to say. The gorgeous hunk of man-flesh took her hand and pulled her through the crowd. A lot of the men in the bar were “oversized” in a good way like Hagan and Samuel, yet he was still able to forge a path through the people crammed into the bar and then onto a large square area in the middle of the place that was the dance floor. The music was country—not her favorite kind of music—but the beat was solid and the bass boomed. She couldn’t have turned him down if she’d wanted to. How could any woman turn down such a magnificent man? No matter what he might’ve asked her to do, no matter what he might have said at that moment, she wouldn’t have turned him down.
With her hand still captured in his, Hagan twirled her around several times. She laughed with the fun of it, enjoying herself to the fullest. Others were enjoying themselves, too, pushing them together, something she didn’t mind at all. The closer she got to Hagan, the better she like it.
“You’re here for the festival, right?”
She guessed he was older than she was by possibly as much as a decade, but then she liked older men. As long as they weren’t too old. Yet, although he seemed wise beyond his years, and as confident as any older man she’d ever known, he still had a youthful way about him.
“How could you tell?” she teased. The noncitizens of Lonesome stuck out like a sore thumb. They were smaller, somehow less enthusiastic even though they were the ones who had traveled long distances to join the fun at Shifter Days.
His laugh was full and throaty, full of testosterone. “I know. It was a stupid question.”
“And you already asked me, too.” Now that she was relaxing, she enjoyed teasing him.
“I did?” He somehow managed to shrug and twirled her around. “It’s kind of hard to keep things straight in my head with you around.”
“Oh really? Why?” She was fishing for compliments and they both knew it.
And he obliged her. “Because you’re beyond mesmerizing.”
She loved men who knew how to joke, but the problem was, she wasn’t always sure if they were joking or not. This was one of those times. She teased right back. “You, sir, are a flirt.” She hoped he liked her pretend southern accent. “And I, sir, am not the type of woman to be dallied with.” If only she’d had a fan to blow away the vapors, she would’ve been in full character. As handsome as Hagan was, she could imagine him as her perfect southern gentleman.
He laughed and swung her around yet again. The music stopped and when he was about to pull her into the line dance, another man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
“Stopping hogging her for yourself, man.”
The jeans and shirt were similar to Hagan’s, the typical outfit for Lonesome’s citizens. At least, for the men. He was tall, too, like Hagan, but that’s where the similarities ended. His hair was light brown and of average length. Not that it seemed average. It was thick and rich, just begging her to run her fingers through it. Yet instead of blue eyes, eyes the color of moss against a tree, studied her.
Hagan gave that throaty laugh again then snorted like a hog, playing it up. “I’ll hog her all I want. I can’t help it if you’re too damn slow. You snooze, you lose.”
She turned Walker’s cock free. “I need you guys. Now.”
“You don’t have to ask me again.” Hagan pressed his stone-like body pressing against hers, tantalizing her with the ever-closer skin-to-skin contact.
Walker’s kiss captured her mouth. His tongue whipped around inside, taking the flavor he’d given her with his cock. Grabbing hold of his hair, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. At the same moment, Maitland and Hagan thrust their cocks inside her.
Her cry flowed into Walker’s mouth and she tightened her hold on his hair. Maitland and Hagan plunged their cocks into her quickly, their steady rhythmic poundings matching.
They plunged into her again and again, driving into her from between her legs and behind her. Walker’s kiss grew needier, barely giving her time to breathe. When he finally stopped, she reached out, urging him to give her his cock again.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
She moaned her thank you as she opened her mouth wide, once more ready to taste him. This time, however, she’d taste more of him.
Her mind whirled, caught in the hurricane of their attacks. Sweat trickled between her breasts and every nerve ending was electrified by every touch, every kiss. She clutched at them, needing to somehow, some way hold all three of them.
“You’re ours, baby. Ours forever.” Hagan barely had the words out of his mouth when it was followed by a groan as he climaxed. He pulled out, sending his cum over her butt cheek to slip along her skin. More moans followed as his release shook him. He fell away then rested his hand on the hollow of her back, still connecting them.
“You’re our mate. Say it,” demanded Maitland again. “Say you’re our mate.”
“I’m your mate,” she whispered.
“Always,” said Maitland and turned his orgasm free. His hot seed shot inside her, filling her. She tightened her pussy, hoping to hold on to both his cum and his cock.
Maitland pulled away, spent, his body moving in jerks. “Walker. Up to you, man.”
She protested when Walker pulled his cock from her then grinned. “I know. I know. But don’t worry. You’ll taste my cum soon enough.” Positioning his body between her legs, he plunged his cock inside her pussy.
Already close to her climax, she cried out when his cock struck her G-spot and broke apart her final defenses. She let out another cry as he rammed into her, one long, hard thrust at a time. She shuddered through the relentless orgasm. As she had before, she tightened her pussy around a cock, determined to give pleasure and keep his seed.
Walker roared his release, fangs slipping over his lower lip. He gripped her legs, keeping them locked around him as he jerked through his climax. Moonlit sweat glistened on his body and she reached out to skim her fingertips along his hard abdomen. With one final thrust, he ground out his release, then pulled out and fell back against his calves.
Maitland cupped her cheek, getting her to stare into his eyes. “Why the hell did we wait so long?”
As though they'd waited weeks or months instead of days. “Beats the hell out of me,” she answered all-too truthfully.
“Which means we’re not waiting for the next time.” Walker slipped his arms under her body and stood, taking her with him. “This time, we do it inside.”
She clung to him and laid her head against his chest. His heartbeats were strong and steady. “That sounds like a good idea. But first I have to know. What’s did you mean about”—she paused to remember the right words—”something called The Allure? What is it?”
Their demeanors changed. Not much, but enough that she sensed that whatever The Allure was meant a lot to them. And that they weren’t ready to tell her what it was. “Please. I have to know. Tell me.”
“And you deserve to know,” answered Walker. “We were just hoping we could do it at a later time and in a better place.”
“Like in our bed,” quipped Maitland.
“Tell me now.” It was as much of a plea as a demand.
“The Allure is a special quality that werelions have. It’s a part of us that helps us to find out mate.” He paused as though trying to find the best way to explain. “When we want a woman, we have to make sure she stays. If not, she might leave before we have time to let her know how we feel.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Just get to it, Walker,” demanded Hagan.
Walker shot him a glare. “It’s like this. When we saw you for the first time, we instinctively knew you were the one for us. To get your attention, to get you to want us, even just a little, I gave you a small taste of my allure.”
“How? I don’t remember taking anything from you.” Had they drugged her?
“It’s now like a pill or anything. I didn’t drug you. Not exactly.”
“Not exactly. That sounds like someone being a little pregnant.” Shouldn’t she have been upset? Angry? They’d had some kind of control over her and hadn’t told her. Yet, she still wanted them. But she had to know the answers first.
“It’s a lion thing. We can give you a special breath, a part of our inner lion’s scent. Once you breathe that in, you’re ours.”
“Yours? Like I have no choice?” Yet she wasn’t afraid. Not really. If they’d asked to give her The Allure, she would’ve said yes.
“We gave you small doses of it to keep you in Lonesome,” said Walker.
“And to keep you from being vulnerable to other werelions. Like Samuel and his brothers,” added Hagan.
“Are you angry?” Walker studied her face intently. “Do you want me to put you down?”
“I’m not sure I fully understand, but I understand one thing. With or without this allure thing, I’d still want to be exactly where I am.” She pulled his face to her and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. A sigh rumbled out of him. When she ended the kiss, she saw relief in his face and felt it from the other men. “Let’s go inside.”
Snarl for Me
Pretty little thing?
Julia had to stop herself from looking around for another woman. Obviously, he was talking about her, but she still found it hard to believe. Now, not only one amazingly stunning man had told her how hot she was, but two.
“This is Julia Roberts. No relation,” answered Samuel. His grip on her tightened, becoming possessive. “And these are my two brothers, Myler and Tonk.”
“It’s Tad, but people like to call me Tonk.”
Should she be afraid of them? Was that why Samuel was gripping her so hard? Or was there another reason? Did he not want to share her with them?
Hmm. Share her with two more men. Three incredible men at one time. Now that’s one hell of an idea.
Suddenly, her mouth went dry in direct contrast to the rest of her. “Hi.”
Myler was almost as tall as Samuel but seemed a little taller with his spikey black hair. His black eyes, so much like Samuel’s, held similar secrets and promises. The hard outline of their jawlines spoke of their blood relationship, just as it did for Tonk. Samuel’s brothers were as buff as he was, full of hard muscles. While Samuel was dressed all in black, Myler and Tonk wore blue jeans and plain T-shirts. She wondered where their cowboy hats were. No doubt Myler’s spikey hair would get mussed under a hat, but she could imagine Tonk brushing his average-length dark hair back into shape.
“Hi yourself, sugar.” His smile lifted higher on one corner. “I’m going to call you Jules.”
“But that’s not my name.” She wasn’t offended, merely curious as to the why of it.
“Maybe not exactly, but you have no right sharing your name with that actress woman.”
She wondered if she should be offended. “And why not?” Didn’t he think she was pretty enough to have the same name? Okay, maybe she wasn’t, but he didn’t have to be rude and say so.
“Because you’re a hell of a sight prettier than her. Jules is going to be my special name for a special woman. For a fuckin’-A gorgeous woman.” He chuckled. “Hell, I’ll never call anyone Jules again, even if it is their name.”
How could she argue with such blatant flattery? Besides, what did it matter? It wasn’t as though she planned on staying in Lonesome.
I wonder what it would be like to live here? Would I really be living in a town filled with shifters? Or would the fun of the fantasy be gone as soon as the festival is over?
Myler bumped against Tonk, moving him over a foot or so. “I’m going to call you darlin’, darlin’. Because that’s what you’re going to be. Our darlin’.”
She couldn’t help herself. She giggled. “Seriously. Do all the men in Lonesome talk like you three?”
“What’s that mean?” asked Samuel, bending over her shoulder. “And just so you know, I’m going to call you baby.”
“I mean you talk like you’re in some sappy romance novel.” She bit her bottom lip the moment the words were spoken.
The men lifted away from her, their eyes narrowing. Tonk recovered the fastest. “I don’t know about that, Jules.” He shrugged, his shoulders moving down like massive boats riding on the waves of the ocean. “I’ve never read one of those books.”
“He’s never read any books,” joked Myler.
Tonk shot him a glare. “Fuck off, bro.” His tone softened as his gaze met hers. “I meant that I say things straight out. I say what I mean, and I mean what I say.”
She didn’t doubt his or his brothers’ sincerity. They were the best-looking men she’d ever seen with bodies any woman would die to caress, but they weren’t players. Not by a long shot. “Okay. I get that.”
The awkwardness of the earlier moment was gone as Samuel leaned over and crossed his arms over her chest. A thrill rushed through her, followed by the almost overwhelming need to skim her palm along the stubble of his beard.
“We were talking about taking you out to the ranch.”
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered then swallowed. She was throwing caution to the wind, but she didn’t care. She firmly believed that sometimes in life a person had to take a risk to reap a great reward. Her gaze jumped from one man to the next. If ever there might be a great reward, it was those three men.
“You two sure moved fast.” Confusion mixed with another emotion on Myler’s face. “From what I heard, you two just met.” His attention centered on Samuel. “Did you do something to her, man?”
She wondered who had spread the word so quickly. Then again, did she really care?
She craned her neck around to look up at Samuel. “What does he mean?” Had he drugged her? Yet she didn’t feel drugged. Turned on like crazy. Needing to be with him more than anything else. But not drugged. If anything, she felt more aware, more invigorated than before meeting him.
But then why wasn’t Samuel answering?
“Not a damn thing.” His voice held a hint of a threat as though daring Myler to challenge him.
“Uh-huh.” Tonk took hold of her hand. “How about we go enjoy some of the fun before we take you anywhere else?”
Didn’t he want her at their ranch? Or was that letting her get too close to home? “Sure. Okay. I’m ready for a little fun.”
He tore at his shirt, ripping it from his body. Hard steel-like flesh, so solid, yet so inviting filled her eyes. She couldn’t think, couldn’t respond as his gaze met hers. Should she watch his hands as they worked his belt buckle free then shoved his jeans to the ground? Or skim his body to catch every movement? He shifted from side to side, shucking his boots away. Yet as much as she wanted to see all the rest happen, she couldn’t bring herself to pull her gaze from his.
She licked her lips and heard him groan. As she crossed her arms to tug her T-shirt above her head, Samuel and Myler moved closer yet stayed behind their brother. She lost sight of them as she lifted her shirt.
Surprise hit her as Tonk took her jeans and yanked them down her legs. She grabbed hold of the dashboard and the back of the seat to steady herself? With her shirt off, she gaped at him as her shoes went flying along with her jeans. The warmth emanating from his muscled torso hit her nakedness, only the narrow strip of her panties covering her skin.
“You’re ours, Jules. Ours to do with as we want.”
Her first impulse was to disagree, to tell Tonks he couldn’t order her around. Then, from somewhere deep inside her, she felt the true answer rise to the surface. “Yes,” she whispered.
His grin was wickedly evil. Yet she didn’t have long to think about it. He shoved her legs apart and put his face to her pussy.
Stunned, she sucked in a hard breath and gripped the leather seat. His tongue lashed at her. His teeth nipped at her clit. She cried out, her attention focused on his brothers as they watched Tonk drink her wetness, slicking his tongue along her pussy, diving in for a moment, only to re-emerge and flick his tongue along her clit. Quickly, they shed their clothing never once taking their attention off her. Tremors raked through her as an orgasm tore her apart. She fell back, her gaze now on the ceiling of the truck, her body no longer under control.
When Tonk turned her loose, she thought she’d die from embarrassment. Yet when she sat up, the desire she saw on all three of the men’s faces thrust any idea of embarrassment away. They wanted her, yet she saw another emotion in their lidded eyes.
Part of her recognized it and declared what it was.
The other part of her, the rational part of her, wouldn’t accept it.
How could they love her? They’d just met.
She didn’t have long to contemplate the answer before Samuel shoved Tonk away and grabbed her by the legs. A squeal broke from her as he brought her against his naked body. When had he gotten undressed? But it didn’t matter. She locked her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders, but it was he who kept her upright.
The breath she’d sucked in was forced out of her when he shoved his cock inside her. He was so huge, so thick, she was sure he’d tear her apart. And yet, she wouldn’t have told him to stop.
She did her best to ride him, to hang on, but every thrust forced her body backward. He shoved her back against the side of the pickup. The steel, still warm from the setting sun and the engine, was no match for the heat burning her. She cried out again and again as Samuel pummeled her. His black hair brushed over his shoulders then tickled her breasts as he bent to take a nipple in his mouth.
Was this what she’d hoped for? Had she dared to dream that they’d take her?
She let her hands slide lower, her fingers delighting in the feel of his broad shoulders. She searched farther, discovering the hard yet smooth skin of his ribs. She only wished she could’ve gotten her hands lower to fondle his butt cheeks as he rammed his cock inside her.
Another climax, promising to be greater than the last one, swelled. She cried out, this time as much in rejoicing as in need, and tightened her legs around her. Samuel paused then clutched a hunk of her hair, forcing her to look at him.
“Ours. Say it, damn it. Say you’re ours.”
She knew it had to be pretend, a white lie to make their union sweeter, yet when she said the word, sincerity was in her voice. “I’m yours.”
He groaned, and as though her acknowledgement had been the impetus to his release, he shoved his cock into her again, stilled, then groaned again. Hot seed filled her, and uncaring of what it might mean, she tightened the walls of her pussy to capture it.
The world had changed, explained only by the closeness of the men. She inhaled, taking in their scents. It was as though the entire world was filled with their essence. She clung to Samuel, never wanting to let him go.
When he abruptly set her on the ground, it stunned her. She didn’t have time to drag in another breath, though, when Myler grabbed her by the arm and twisted her around. With her palms against the side of the truck, her cheek pressed to the metal, she felt more like a prisoner than a woman desired.
At least until Myler put his mouth to her ear. The strange aroma of his breath, a fragrance that was all addicting, wafted over her skin.
He turned her free. She hesitated before pushing away from the pickup.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“Run now.” He jerked his head to the side, toward their house. A sly smile broadened his mouth. “Let’s play a little cat and mouse.